Chapter 26
JJ
“Just because a chicken has wings don’t mean it can fly.”
~ Grandma Dixie
Destiny set her third cup of coffee on the small table beside the couch. She’d sobered up a little, but she was definitely still feeling good. When she pulled her feet beneath her it caused the hem of her dress to slide up her thighs as she licked her lips and said in a cheery tone, “Let’s play a game.”
I knew that she hadn’t meant either of those actions to torture me, but that didn’t change the fact that both of them did. Over the past hour that we’d been sitting in her living room, she’d been killing me. Everything she did registered in my brain as seductive. I kept reminding myself that she was drunk and nothing could happen. Which I understood on a logical level. Unfortunately, my overactive hormones were not receiving the stand down order and my soldier was locked and loaded, ready for action.
“What game?” I asked, shifting my legs to try to get a little more comfortable, it didn’t help.
From the second that I’d pulled Destiny onto my lap so I could get some coffee in her, I had been standing in full salute. By the second cup, when she could drink independently of me, I’d decided to sit on the other end of the couch. It was just safer that way. Even though our bodies weren’t touching, every time she laughed, smiled or looked up at me with her big blue eyes, I felt it like a physical touch. I was more than a little on edge.
After spending all day looking for Destiny, only to get a call from Bryson to ask if I wanted to come down to the bar and pick up my sister, who was three sheets to the wind with her two partners in crime, I was wound a little tight. All day, I’d been one step behind the three drunken amigos, or amigas in this case. Colton, Cara’s older brother, had told Trace that Harmony and Destiny were meeting Cara in Dallas to celebrate the good news she’d gotten from her oncologist this morning with a visit to a day spa.
By the time I’d gotten there, they were gone. One of the girls that worked there told me that she’d heard they were headed to an outdoor shopping area. So, I continued following the bread crumbs, only to come up empty handed. Then I’d got a lead from my mom, who said that Harmony had texted her that they were going to Don Julio’s for dinner, which was back in Wishing Well.
By the time I got there, Sabrina, who had dated my brother Sawyer all through high school, told me the girls had left about thirty minutes earlier.
My next stop had been to get gas at the Pit Stop, which is where I ran into Trace, who was shooting the shit with Hudson. That’s where I’d been when I got the call from Bryson, and the guys offered to come and help without me even asking.
When I’d walked in and seen Destiny practically falling off the stool, every fiber in my being had wanted to throw her over my shoulder and carry her out of there caveman style. But, I knew that would cause a scene and put Destiny smack dab in her least favorite place, with all eyes on her.
My attempt to reason with her failed miserably, so, in the end, I had been forced to carry her out, like it was our wedding night and she was my bride. Which I was sure caught the attention of the other patrons, but it was the best I could do under the circumstances.
“Hmmm…” My attention returned to the present as Destiny twisted her mouth like she was thinking really hard, then clapped her hands as her face lit up with an idea. “Truth or dare!”
“No,” I snapped back. Truth or dare with an intoxicated Destiny was all kinds of trouble.
Ignoring my response, Destiny sat up straighter. “Okay, you first. Truth or dare.”
“Truth.” If we were doing this, no way was I going to go with dare.
“You’re no fun.” Destiny threw a pillow at me, one that I easily caught.
I wanted to argue with her, but I supposed from her perspective my behavior tonight had been on the buzzkill side.
“Fine,” she humphed as she crossed her arms. That action caused her cleavage to push up, which in turn caused my solider to salute.
Running my hands through my hair in frustration, of the sexual variety, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall that the couch backed up to.
“Oh, I got one!” She snapped her fingers and sat up on her knees. Pointing her finger at me, she leaned forward and I was afraid she might tip over. “Why didn’t you call me after we…you know…the weekend you…and me…”
“Had sex.” I offered.
“Yes. That,” she exclaimed with a clap of her hands.
The fact that, even drunk, Destiny couldn’t bring herself to say the words “we had sex” was so cute I could hardly stand it. I knew that she would probably hate me for saying it, but I couldn’t help myself. “Do you have any idea how fucking adorable you are when you’re drunk?”
Her face scrunched up. “I am not adorable when I’m drunk.”
Well, at least she was finally admitting that she was drunk. Small victories.
“Yes, you are.” Reaching out I brushed a stray lock of hair that had fallen in her face. It felt like silk beneath my fingertips.
With a scrunched nose she swatted my hand away and pushed against my chest. “Stop distracting me. Answer the question.”
“I want to talk about this, but I want to do it when you’ve had a few less shots.”
“Fine.” She shrugged as she lifted one leg and straddled my lap. “No more talking.”
“Destiny,” I warned, even as my hands moved to her hips.
Instead of heeding my warning, she shifted her legs so the heat of her core was pressed against my zipper, behind which my rock hard shaft was pulsing in pain. Her hands rested on my shoulders and my fingers tightened around her waist.
“If you’re not going to answer the truth question then you have to do a dare. That’s the rules.”
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. I knew that sex was off the table tonight, but I just didn’t have the strength to remove her from my lap. I was trying to be a good guy, but hell, I’d never been accused of being a saint.
“I dare you to…” Her fingers trailed up my neck and caused goosebumps to break out on my arms. My chest was rising and falling heavily as my breaths came in shorter pants as she leaned forward. Her coffee-scented breath fanned my face as she whispered against my lips, “Kiss me.”
Shit. Yeah, I was definitely no saint.
When I pressed my lips against hers Destiny let out a soft moan that sent an answering moan roaring inside of me. My fingers dug into her hip as I pulled her pouty bottom lip between mine, sucking gently before releasing it. Then, I repeated the action on her upper lip. My attempt to keep the kiss as chaste as possible was shredded the second I felt the wet heat of her tongue licking across my lips.
That was all it took for me to snap. Reaching up, I cupped her chin, tilting it to the side so I could control the kiss that was quickly getting out of control. Dipping my tongue between her lips she met me lick for lick as I took my time exploring her mouth.
With every pass of our mating tongues, urgency surged in me like a volcano about to erupt. Her hips began rocking as she seductively ground against me. I tightened my hold on her to try to keep her still, but instead my efforts resulted in her movements growing faster.
There was part of me—a voice deep in the back of my head—that was telling me I should stop this. But then another voice, a much louder voice, was assuring me that as long as we kept our clothes on there was nothing to worry about.
“JJ,” Destiny whimpered into our kiss as her body worked against mine to find release.
Hearing the desperation in the sound of my name coming from Destiny set off every primal instinct to take care of her needs. I may not be able to get off, but just because she was drunk didn’t mean she couldn’t. Still, I wanted to be clear about what she wanted, I needed to hear her say it.
Breaking our kiss, I asked, “What? What do you want?”
“I want…” she paused before opening her swollen lips and breathing, “I dare you to touch me.”
“I’ll touch you anywhere you want, but our clothes stay on.” My voice was raw and gravelly as I laid down the ground rules.
Her aqua eyes sparked with lust as her slender fingers circled my wrist. “I can work with that.”
My heart was like a jackhammer against my ribs as she slowly nudged the hand that was holding her hip in place between her legs. The soft fabric of her yellow sundress was bunched up at her waist revealing white silk panties.
As my knuckles brushed the damp satin surface covering her center my dick swelled harder than it had ever been as it jumped behind its zippered jail.
“Ohhh.” Destiny’s head fell back as she maneuvered my hand up and down her core.
We were both fully clothed but the sight of my large, tanned hand settled between Destiny’s creamy thighs as she used my hand like an erotic puppet master was, by far, the hottest, most erotic sight I’d ever seen. It was no secret that I liked being in control, in and out of the bedroom. So letting Destiny use my hand to get herself off was a first for me and I couldn’t deny that it was an overpowering turn on.
In fact, if I didn’t do something to shift the dynamics, there was a very good possibility that I would come in my pants, which was not something I planned on doing.
Taking back control, I slid one hand behind Destiny’s neck and pulled her mouth to mine. I kissed her deeply, thoroughly, ravaging her mouth as I flipped the hand between her legs so that my fingertips could find her most sensitive spot. It was easy to locate, even covered in slick material. It took one pass of my fingers over her magic button for Destiny’s head to fall back as she cried out. She continued making soft sounds of pleasure as she buried her face against my neck. Her hands, which were now on my shoulders, grasped so tight I wouldn’t be surprised if her nails didn’t draw blood. The sting of her clutch shot straight to my rock hard shaft.
All it took was a few flicks of my finger over her clit before her stomach contracted and her inner thighs squeezed against my legs. I continued stroking her, kissing her as her entire body shook and her panties grew wet with her release.
After the final tremor rolled through her I moved my hand so that it was resting on her thigh as I reveled in the weight of her sated body melting into me. I loved the feeling of Destiny draped over me in total relaxation even though it was at complete odds with my body, which was strung tighter than it had ever been.
I ran my fingers through her silky hair as her breathing returned to normal.
When it did, I noticed something. She was snoring. I couldn’t help but smile as pride filled me. Sure, I knew logically that the alcohol probably had more to do with knocking her out than the orgasm she’d just experienced at my hand did, but my inner caveman was all about taking credit for it.
As I stood, cradling her in my arms to take her to bed, she stirred briefly and opened her eyes. Looking up at me she murmured something about this being the best dream she’d ever had.
I just hoped she still felt like that in the morning. And that she would see how wonderful it would be to make nights like these a reality for the rest of our lives.